Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.